i hate my lips.

your lips on mine
i don’t remember saying yes
you stole my first from me.

every time someone asks me about my first kiss,
i tell them that it was some guy named dylan or noah
or maybe liam
and sometimes i'll even throw in some
movie theater dates or amusement park fairs.

but when i'm left to myself and the facade falls,

my own lips feel like an intruder on my face.